One day, Donald Trump arrives at an elegant fashion house in Paris and places his order.
Donald Trump
“I wanna order uniforms. Red coats, double-breasted, gold epaulettes — big ones — and gold pocket flaps!”
“Why, certainly, Mr President,” the director of the house replied. “That can most assuredly be arranged.”
“Then I want dark blue riding pants, with a wide gold stripe down the side — a really good stripe!”
“An excellent choice, Mr President. Truly excellent. You have a most discerning eye.”
“And I want shiny leather boots — over the knee, like the King of England’s cavalry — and put gold spurs on ’em!”
“A most splendid decision, sir. Quite magnificent.”
“And I want a sword hanging on my left side — a sabre, gold scabbard, gold guard. And put diamonds in it — my initials, DT!”
“Extraordinary, Mr President, quite extraordinary. Your taste is nothing short of remarkable.”
“And a gold helmet, with an eagle on top — big eagle — and my initials on its chest!”
“Remarkable… absolutely remarkable, sir. One scarcely dares imagine such magnificence.”
“And finally, a red cloak over the shoulders, trimmed with cheetah skin!”
“Quite astonishing, Mr President. I am entirely overcome. Your honour guard shall be the most splendid in the world.”
“This ain’t no honour guard. This is the new Secret Service uniform.”
“A most splendid decision, sir. Quite magnificent.”
“And I want a sword hanging on my left side — a sabre, gold scabbard, gold guard. And put diamonds in it — my initials, DT!”
“Extraordinary, Mr President, quite extraordinary. Your taste is nothing short of remarkable.”
“And a gold helmet, with an eagle on top — big eagle — and my initials on its chest!”
“Remarkable… absolutely remarkable, sir. One scarcely dares imagine such magnificence.”
“And finally, a red cloak over the shoulders, trimmed with cheetah skin!”
“Quite astonishing, Mr President. I am entirely overcome. Your honour guard shall be the most splendid in the world.”
“This ain’t no honour guard. This is the new Secret Service uniform.”
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